A Single Palm Strike

"Young man, you're bold indeed. How dare you kill someone from the Heavenly Wolf Sect!"

The Heavenly Wolf Sect Old Ancestor fixed his cold gaze on Yang Dingtian. His hoarse voice sounded like an owl shrieking in the night, sending chills down the spine.

"If you know what's good for you, hand over every inheritance and treasure you obtained inside the altar!"

"Otherwise, this day next year will be your death anniversary!"

His tone was grim, brimming with threats and killing intent, as though he had already deemed Yang Dingtian a dead man.

Yang Dingtian frowned, a trace of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

He was now a powerhouse of the Saint God Realm, possessing the dignity and prestige of a strong cultivator. How could he allow others to threaten him at will?

"Shut up!"

Yang Dingtian snorted coldly. Too lazy to waste words, he simply struck out with his palm.

"Rumble!"

The void trembled as a gigantic palm blotted out the sky and sun.

Carrying the power of the Laws of Destruction, it bore down upon the Heavenly Wolf Sect Old Ancestor and Black Wolf.

The palm strike appeared effortless, yet it contained terrifying might.

"What?!"

The Heavenly Wolf Sect Old Ancestor's expression changed drastically as he sensed the threat of death.

He had never imagined that Yang Dingtian would be so powerful, directly attacking at the slightest disagreement.

"No!"

Black Wolf was even more terrified, letting out a desperate roar that seemed to tear his soul from his body.

However, everything was already too late.

"Bang!"

With a deafening boom, the Heavenly Wolf Sect Old Ancestor and Black Wolf did not even have time to scream before Yang Dingtian crushed them into a bloody pulp with one palm, annihilating both body and soul.

"Hiss..."

The surrounding cultivators all